While Masha was seriously thinking about which of the two organizations that could help him, Ma Xiaomei was seriously thinking about how she should face the world.

It means literally.

She did not tell Masha that the world she saw was different from normal people.

The world she saw was filled with squirming color blocks everywhere.

That is a cluster of microorganisms. Because they are too dense, they appear directly in the form of color blocks. But as long as Ma Xiaomei focuses on a certain place, his eyes will immediately magnify the microorganisms near the focus like a microscope.

Of course, this is a skill that can be turned off and turned on by yourself, but it is difficult to control. As soon as Ma Xiaomei doesn't pay attention, the whole world is filled with color blocks representing microorganisms.

——I don’t even know that our world is so lively.

Ma Xiaomei thought, and threw the desserts full of colored blocks into her mouth - those colored blocks are of course dead microorganisms. The processing steps of the dessert killed them, but did not clean up the corpse.

Ma Xiaomei has no psychological barrier to swallowing snacks covered with microbial corpses.

She even imagined a little about the scene where these microorganisms were actually micro-villains: a little man stood among the bodies of the announcement, shouting loudly at his big mouth that was about to devour the world, "One day I will expel you all"...

Then he was shattered.

——What's going on? I suddenly feel so happy when I think about it like this.

Ma Xiaomei ate even more delicious.

——I am a girl. When I grow up, I always have to swallow liquid containing hundreds of millions of microorganisms into my mouth.

——When thinking about it this way, I feel that it’s no big deal.

Ma Xiaomei, who has no psychological barriers, recalled it was probably a message from Pasteur Master. She gave this visual skill at the apprentice level, which seemed to make the newcomers of the Pasteur school get used to the world of microorganisms as soon as possible.

Pasteur also said that in order to stuff this skill, other skills can no longer be plugged in.

It seems that there is an upper limit to the number of skills that each level can accommodate.

——Well, I seem to have forgotten to tell my second brother? Forget it, my second brother is so smart and awesome, I must have known it a long time ago.

——He has become a person of light, and I can only emit some shining dust.

As soon as the little girl raised her hand, some microorganisms were sprinkled out.

These things immediately release a faint fluorescence after contacting the air and quickly consume their vitality.

That was Pasteur's "supply benefits" to the apprenticeship level of the Pasteur school in addition to seeing the skill of the microbial world.

——Would I also report to my second brother about how I can see microorganisms?

——But I feel that even if I don’t report it, it’s nothing.

——Forget it, if you remember it tomorrow, just tell me. It’s not a problem anyway, so there’s no need to report it specifically.

The little girl recalled the knowledge she learned from her second brother today.

So with a fun attitude, she sprayed a little bit of bacteria that decompose organic matter on the last piece of dessert on the table.

Then, she put her nose up and carefully smelled the smell released by the organic matter.

——The second brother said that this is called methane, a colorless and odorless gas... Well, I really can't smell it.

——No, does this really release a gas called methane?

The little girl frowned and decided to experiment.

So she raised her hand and released the simplest ignition magic.

It was almost time for her to say that, and the last piece of dessert she had left suddenly a small fireball.

The rapid explosion even created a "bang" sound.

However, there is not much methane gas, and it is burned in open space, so its power is very limited.

"Oh!" The little girl was very happy.

After all, she is just a ten-year-old child. This thing is as interesting as a magic trick to her.

She grabbed the charred snack and threw it into her mouth, making a creaking sound while slashing the paste with her teeth.

Apparently, she intends to try her new abilities on more things.

It seems that little kids like to fry things. This is a blood inheritance. Whether it is the Chinese on Earth or the children of this empire of time and space, as long as they understand the charm of explosion, they will inevitably blow it up.

When Masha was a child, he also used match cannons to blow various things.

But there is magic in this world. Although the little brat is not powerful enough, he can still release various super-small fireballs.

So the small fireball replaced the status of various firecrackers.

However, when a ten-year-old child gains another ability to create an explosion, she will inevitably ignite the idea of ​​further testing it.

Of course, Ma Xiaomei is a smart child, and smart children will find high-sounding excuses for themselves.

——I followed my second brother's instructions to collect the equipment used for experiments.

She told herself this, and at the same time she solemnly took the phone and confirmed that there was still storage space in the phone.

—— Speaking of which, did those alchemists use similar means when making gunpowder?

——When gunpowder fires, oxidation reactions are also used?

——Why didn’t that cause a false explosion?

——Does the alchemists not know any oxidation reactions, but they can still create gunpowder?

Ma Xiaomei used her smart head to think about the level of a child over a ten-year-old.

——I can now think about the oxidation reaction in my mind. Have I also obtained permission to dominate this field?

——Can I become a Frankenstein of the Lavoisier School?

——What about the second brother? Second brother taught me oxidation reaction casually, and it seems that he knows more things. Could it be that second brother...

——The second brother is the spokesperson of the world’s principles?

——No, how is this possible?

Ma Xiaomei herself denied the guess she had just developed.

She held her cell phone and put on a serious expression to the maids she met: "I'll go to the kitchen to find something to play with."

She said.

The maids seemed to have become accustomed to the mistress's nonsense, and they had no intention of stopping them. They just saluted Ma Xiaomei: "Miss, walk slowly."

Of course, they will definitely report to their respective supervisors afterwards, but it has been more than a day or two for Ma Xiaomei to run around the house. The servants and senior servants are used to finding the traces of the lady in various strange places, so no one will have any more associations.

Ma Xiaomei got into the elevator and pressed the button on the floor where the various utensils needed for the potion configuration were stored.

When the elevator door was closed, Ma Xiaomei suddenly had an idea.

——Can my skill be used for assassination?

——I can use Bacteria No. 5 to make a fungus coat. Bacteria No. 3 will quickly die out when it touches the air. Bacteria No. 5 will be released and contact the residue of Bacteria No. 3 to form methane...

——No, the amount of generation is too small, and it will disappear like the explosion of the snack just now.

——What should I do?

——First of all, I have to find a place where a large amount of "organic substance" is accumulated as a preset battlefield when I encounter danger, and then bring the enemy in... This place must be guaranteed that there will always be organic substances, and no one will clean it up every few days...
Chapter completed!